off by his parents every few weeks and had to return
to England to pacify his Mother. My thirty pounds
was melting away and I feared that I would have to
return to England. One day he came back having
got quite a lot of money, I said, " I shall have to go
back to London." He said., " You must not go, I
will buy two water-colours.55 So he gave me some
money and I stayed on. One was a drawing I had
done in 1912, when I stayed with a friend in Dorset.
It was of a fair at Corfe Castle and was quite good.
Basil left them at my place as he was going to Italy;
he never collected them as he never had a place to
put them in, so I kept them for him. He was after-
wards killed in the War., and last year 1 had an Ex-
hibition in Berkeley Street at the Galitzine Gallery
and exhibited " the Fair/3 A strange man, whom I
did not know, came and bought it for ten guineas.
Basil was going to Italy with a friend of his; he
wanted me to go too. He said, " My friend, who is
an elderly man, will chaperone you/5 His friend
arrived in Paris and I met a most charming man
who certainly was not over thirty. I did not go.
They went and I received telegrams daily from
Venice to join them. I think I was foolish not to
have gone now, as I should have got into much less
trouble than I did by staying in Paris. I did not
realize at the time how genuinely fond of me he was
and I still hankered after the pale creature at the
Rotonde. I regretted very much when I heard in
1915 that he had been killed in Mesopotamia. I
received a postcard from him, written the day before